February 06, 1994
A Native American was visiting a friend in Seattle. Walking near Pike Place Market he stopped her and asked "Do you hear it?" "What" she replied. "Listen"… All she could hear was the hustle and bustle of the city, cars, shouts, horns, and buses. He smiled, pulled out a coin and whispered "watch". It landed on the sidewalk with the soft silver tinkle we all know. Everyone in the radius of 20 feet stopped to look. He then lifted up a nearby stone to reveal a single cricket chirping away -- much louder than the coin. She had not heard it, no one else had either. The sound of the cricket was always present, but it took one who was open to make others aware. This is prayer -- a listening process, to wash away the everyday trappings of our humanness in order to let in the ever-present voice of wisdom ... the cricket ... God.